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Becoming America - An Exploration of American Literature from Precolonial to Post-Revolution, 2018a

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BECOMING AMERICA<br />

REVOLUTIONARY AND EARLY NATIONAL PERIOD LITERATURE<br />

Foster dramatizes these concerns in her epis<strong>to</strong>lary novel The Coquette (1797),<br />

one <strong>of</strong> the rst epis<strong>to</strong>lary novels published in <strong>America</strong>. It is based on the life <strong>of</strong><br />

Elizabeth Whitman (1752–1788), the daughter <strong>of</strong> the Reverend Elnathan Whitman<br />

(1708–1776) and a second cousin by marriage <strong>of</strong> Foster. Whitman’s death gained<br />

great attention, for she died while using an assumed name as she waited at an inn<br />

for her presumed husband. She had no husband, and she died due <strong>to</strong> complications<br />

<strong>from</strong> giving birth <strong>to</strong> a stillborn child. Once she was identied as a relative <strong>of</strong> several<br />

well-known ministers, her s<strong>to</strong>ry became a scandal about a woman’s fall <strong>from</strong> grace.<br />

Foster’s version <strong>of</strong> this s<strong>to</strong>ry considers a woman’s fall <strong>from</strong> grace, humiliation,<br />

repentance, and reassertion <strong>of</strong> rectitude, and in the process, gains sympathy for<br />

her. The Coquette displays women’s limited options and limited choices within<br />

<strong>America</strong>n society. Also concerned with women’s choices, Foster’s novel The<br />

Boarding School; or, Lessons <strong>of</strong> a Preceptress <strong>to</strong> Her Pupils (1798) considers<br />

women’s education, what and how they should be taught, and how education<br />

should prepare women for their lives outside <strong>of</strong> school.<br />

3.16.1 From The Coquette: Or; the His<strong>to</strong>ry <strong>of</strong> Eliza Whar<strong>to</strong>n<br />

(1797)<br />

Letter I<br />

TO MISS LUCY FREEMAN.<br />

NEW HAVEN<br />

<strong>An</strong> unusual sensation possesses my breast—a sensation which I once thought<br />

could never pervade it on any occasion whatever. It is pleasure, pleasure, my dear<br />

Lucy, on leaving my paternal ro<strong>of</strong>. Could you have believed that the darling child <strong>of</strong><br />

an indulgent and dearly-beloved mother would feel a gleam <strong>of</strong> joy at leaving her?<br />

But so it is. The melancholy, the gloom, the condolence which surrounded me for<br />

a month after the death <strong>of</strong> Mr. Haly had depressed my spirits, and palled every<br />

enjoyment <strong>of</strong> life. Mr. Haly was a man <strong>of</strong> worth—a man <strong>of</strong> real and substantial<br />

merit. He is, therefore, deeply and justly regretted by his friends. He was chosen<br />

<strong>to</strong> be a future guardian and companion for me, and was, therefore, beloved by<br />

mine. As their choice, as a good man, and a faithful friend, I esteemed him; but<br />

no one acquainted with the disparity <strong>of</strong> our tempers and dispositions, our views<br />

and designs, can suppose my heart much engaged in the alliance. Both nature and<br />

education had instilled in<strong>to</strong> my mind an implicit obedience <strong>to</strong> the will and desires<br />

<strong>of</strong> my parents. To them, <strong>of</strong> course, I sacriced my fancy in this aair, determined<br />

that my reason should concur with theirs, and on that <strong>to</strong> risk my future happiness.<br />

I was the more encouraged, as I saw, <strong>from</strong> our rst acquaintance, his declining<br />

health, and expected that the event would prove as it has. Think not, however,<br />

that I rejoice in his death. No; far be it <strong>from</strong> me; for though I believe that I never<br />

felt the passion <strong>of</strong> love for Mr. Haly, yet a habit <strong>of</strong> conversing with him, <strong>of</strong> hearing<br />

daily the most virtuous, tender, and aectionate sentiments <strong>from</strong> his lips, inspired<br />

emotions <strong>of</strong> the sincerest friendship and esteem.<br />

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